After Braeden busted Derek and Peter free, she drove them home. Well she actually dropped Peter off somewhere else but did end up dropping Derek off back at his loft.
"Did Deucalion hire you to follow me back to my place too?" Derek let out a small chuckle when she got out of the car.
"What can I say .. I'm thorough." Braeden smirked, walking behind him.
"Well, it's too late to ask, but come in." He smiled
"You hungry?" He questioned.
"I could eat. Yeah." She told him, putting her stuff on the floor by the door.
Braeden spent around five minutes eyeing the place. He had a total of one couch, two tables, two chairs, two flat screen TV's ; one is the main room and one in his bed room along with his bed.
"Where's all your furniture?" She asked, looking at the almost empty room.
"I don't usually have company. Besides, I'm barely home. I'm a wolf, remember?" He flashed his blue eyes at her.
"You don't ever have anyone over?" Braeden asked, before walking in the kitchen.
"With what family?" He asked, sighing.
Deucalion had informed her about his family history so when Derek made that statement, Braeden went silent.
Derek watched her as she walked away. She begin rubbing her shoulder, hissing at the stabbing pain.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"My gun. The kickback is terrible." She said, hissing again.
Derek looked over his pasta once more so he could take a few minutes to see what was wrong with Braeden's shoulder.
Without saying anything Derek picked her up and set her on the table, standing in front of her, in between her legs.
He begin to kneed and massage her shoulder to get some of the knots out. He moved her hair so he could have more access to her shoulder, he uncovered her scars.
She turned her head so he couldn't see them, but he moved her face so he could see her eyes again and touched the welted scars with his finger tips.
"Beautiful." He said, when he noticed how she tensed up and got self conscious.
When their faces suddenly got dangerously close Braeden cleared her throat.
"I think something's burning." She said.
"Can't it wait." He said, his eyes not leaving hers.
She paused for a minute actually considering letting the food burn just to taste his lips.
"No Derek, I really thing something's burning!"
"Shit." He rolled his eyes finishing the food.
"Now about that kiss." He said returning to his spot in between her legs, smashing his lips into hers and holding her face in his hands.
She thanked God mentally that she was on the table because her legs felt like jello.
She deepened the kiss by tangling her hands in his hair and sliding her tongue in his mouth. Braeden pulled him closer with her legs and he picked her up with her legs around his waist.
"Do you usually kiss your clients?" He smirked against her lips.
"Woah woah woah, you just kissed me and now dinner and a movie? A litte backwards but if I didn't know any better I'd think this was a date." Braeden smiled, breathlessly.
"Yeah, perhaps it is." He said setting her down.
"I guess we should actually get to dinner now." She smiled helping him set the table.
